Fifteen Days

Flourescent lights
Sending an infinite hum.
We are all waiting for time to go by.
Blank eyes
That rather be in space
Pages turn
The click of pens
The same ones indented in bites
Click out. Click in.
With a tick, a page rips
With a tock, a cough echoes

This has become normalcy
For the past nine months
Summer to Fall
Winter to Spring
Entertaiment to Containment

Fifteen days until we say goodbye
Fifteen days until we say hello
Fifteen days until the tassel turns
Fifteen days...
Fifteen days...